Hey guys I am here with another story, it will have romance and friendship, but of course with adventure. I hope you like it.

P.S : you will find information about the OC at the end of the chapter and sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Three imperial soldiers walked through the dark capital's streets laughing until they stopped by a poor old man that was sitting on the ground, asking them for money.

"Hey, look." one of the soldiers said, smirking and pointing towards the old man.

"He looks bad, you poor thing. Did your old wife kick you out of the house?" The second soldier said making the other two laugh.

Suddenly one of them kicked the man in the face making him fall to the ground with a bleeding nose while the other throw a coin at the old man.

"Oops, my foot slipped take this and go get yourself a tissue." The third soldier said, laughing but he stopped stopped when he saw the man rise with a smile.

"What's the funny old man?" One of them said with a scowl on his face.

"Go to hell." the man said snickering.

"You have a big mouth for an old fart." The soldier said, moving to punch the old man. But as his hands was about to reach the old man's face, he was stopped by a strong grip.

The three soldiers' eyes widen "Huh, who the hell are you?" The soldier asked.

Standing in front of them was a hooded figure. From the features they can say it's definitely a man.

Suddenly, the boy unsheathed a curved, slender, single-edged blade with a black hilt.

"Die." the hooded young man said before cutting the soldier in half.

Seeing their friend die the two remaining soldiers screamed in horror as the man launched himself at them.

Akame was standing on a roof, Murasame in her hands, ready to use at any moment She was on a mission to kill an assassin that was seen killing the innocent people. It completely disgusted her that someone is using the empire corruption for their own good, but what made her confused is that the assassin is an imperial arm user. How could a normal thief have the power of an imperial arm?.

There was only one explanation for it, he imperial army member or a mercenary. All the theories were possible, especially the second one because she read some reports about him killing imperial soldiers.

As more time passed Akame was starting to get slightly annoyed. "Where are you?"

"Who? me?" Akame turned unsheathed her sword and pointed it towards a hooded figure that was standing behind her. He wore a knee length jacket with a hoodie over his head

Akame expression was cold, as expected from an assassin, but what made confused is why isn't he moving?.

Seeing no hope in waiting him, Akame launched herself at him swinging her sword, but he successfully dodged all her attacks.

Jumping back the assassin smiled "You've got some skills, kid." he said in a calm tone.

Akame eyes widen in anger as she continued her attacks.

Akame could have sworn she was getting really pissed. Every swing or stab was dodged by him. What made her more pissed is that he is not doing anything to fight back.

Was he seeing her as weakling?

That mere thought pissed Akame more as she attacked him with her sword, but was stopped by his blade.

Suddenly, he pushed her back an kicked her in the belly making her fall, her sword now far from her reach.

Akame could hear his footsteps as she begun to lose all hope. 'Am I going to die?'

The man made his way to the falling Akame. She gathered what's left of her strength to look at him she saw his sword shining from because of the moon light.

She rested her head back on the ground a single tear running down her cheek. 'I'm sorry, guys.'

But ironically the slash she was waiting for never came. She opened one eye to find that the man sheathed his sword.

Her eyes widen in confusion. Was she dreaming? A cold hearted assassin was prepared to let her live?.

Suddenly, the man moved his hoodie, revealing his black hair and his deep blue eyes.

Akame eyes widen even more she became speechless, she felt that she can't move because the person in front of her was...

"Long time no see, Akame" the young man said, smiling.

Akame tried to regain her composure, yet she only managed to stutter. "G-General!"

"How many times did I tell you to call me by my real name?" The man said, smiling softly at her.

Now Akame couldn't hold herself, she stood up and ran to him, burying her face in his chest. Trying to make sure it wasn't a dream.

"Welcome back, Yoritsune." She said as tears started to run down her cheeks.

Yoritsune, who was taken back by her hug, simply smiled, patting her head.

"Why?" Akame asked Yoritsune.

"I don't kill people as simple as that, and you know it." Yoritsune said looking at the night sky.

Akame frowned at his answer "You killed too many this past days."

Yoritsune looked at her with a cold expression. "I kill those who deserve to burn in hell."

"You're saying that civilians and innocent deserve to die!" Akame exclaimed, angered by his words.

"No, I'm saying that any who contribute to the capital deserves to die." He said with no emotion in his face.

Akame froze for a moment before her face softened "Not everyone deserves to be judged, but many do. My family hunt those and punish them." She said, leaving an unspoken invention.

Yoristsune smiled mischievously. "Is that an invite Akame?"

Akame smiled back and nodded. "Yes."

OC Yoritsune : A spiky black-haired young man with blue eyes, wearing a knee length jacket. He wears a tight, black, sleeveless shirt underneath it with a dark blue jeans. His skin tone is fair white. His past will be known during the story.

Imperial arm: The Fudo Masamune. A long, curved, slender, single-edged blade with a black hilt and a matching scabbard. It's a sword that bends lightning to the user's will.

Secret Technique: ?